Sandboxing - Sweet Columbia, Pt. 2

Well I guess I won’t see you this week
Barely at all enough
To see they’re growing stronger
These racing thoughts inside my head
They convince me you’re already gone
And I’m as good as dead
But your head still haunts my pillow
I’m lying here awake
Lying here awake
And your loving presence lingers
All I can do is wait
And I guess we won’t fly down silent streets
In a world our own
With the words we wrote six months ago
Still trapped in envelopes
As the metaphors that breathe inside
Have lost their sense of hope
But your head still haunts my pillow
I’m lying here awake
I'm lying here awake
And your loving presence lingers
All I can do is wait
But your head still haunts my pillow
I’m lying here awake
I'm lying here awake
And your loving presence lingers
All I can do is wait
All I can do is wait

Written by:
David Juro, Hank Byerly

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